[Fic] Lullaby {aoixuru ver.}
Title: Lullaby
Author: Pokky
Length: Oneshot; (1 381 words)
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Slice of life, romance, fluff
Summary: The thoughts of a man, one Valentine night.
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Lullaby
The not so dead silence of the night was comforting to his ears. He found it most calming and added it to his list of 'most-favourable-for-stress-relief'. It wasn't cold either, certainly not, and strangely, there were flickers of snow that could be seen just outside his semi-closed beige curtains. The moon was nowhere in the sight he could take in, but that could wait, he had other things in his head at the moment.
Blinking twice, thrice, he took his plain beige covers and burried himself in them, as he felt a sudden shudder going through his entire body. Yes, he did have other events to think of then the moon in his head. He tried to ignore the beating of his heart, if just for a tiny moment. He found the more he tried, the more his heart would laugh at his lame attempts of ignoring.
He grunted and brought his right hand to try and obscure all 'unmanly' thoughts to enter his right ear, seeing as his left ear was already shut by his seemingly corpulent looking pillow. He stared at the bedside lamp from the best of his capacities(it wasn't really his fault if his eyes couldn't be as huge as someone he knew, and it also wasn't his fault if his bed was arranged a tad bit more closer to the wall than his bed), and just grunted anew when he realised it was too much effort for his eyeballs.
He went back to the thought of the flickering snow just outside his room's window. 'That's not normal... Snowing on a February night? Maybe that's just my imagination...' he inwardly ruminated. And meditating on the word snow, maybe he should consider the possibilities of trying snowboarding soon. Well, he always wanted to experiment the possible feelings of standing on his two feet on a board, going down from the top of the moutain to it's end.
A prompt jolt from the other side of the bed jerked his mind awake from his previous speculating. He desperately closed his eyelids as tight as he could manage, and pretended his best to be in a very deep slumber. His already furious heart beat went up 100 folds when he heard a melodious moan. He almost(almost) yelped out in surprise as he felt a pinch of hair and a burning forehead on his bare back, he almost gasped out as he felt a sweet tickling hot breath on his bare back and he almost fainted when the feel of languorous fingers ran down his bare back.
And he did groan when the too pleasant feel of a pair of sweet lips settled on his bare back. A content but small giggle was heard, as he tried to loosen up a little. He couldn't afford to be stiff as a plank of wood now.
"I knew you weren't sleeping, Aoi..." But that short comment only made him stiffen the more. Multiple questions flashed before his mind. 'Should I pretend to be asleep? Should I reply back? Should I tease too? Should I grunt in discomfort? Should I turn myself so that I can face him properly? Should I just shut my mouth and wait for another of his comment? Should I get up and run to the bathroom? Should I get up, find my briefs and run outside like a mad man? Then, why not find my pants and my shirt at the same time, I wouldn't look so crazy now, would I?' As he thought about putting his decided plan into action(which would be the last one of his mindless plots), another kiss was planted on his bare back.
He automatically turned himself and his panicked eyes met another gorgeous pair, a playfull one at that. Time seemed to have halted itself, taking in the scene that he was currently in. He was at a loss, he could not bring his body to get up, not even to move. He was stuck, yet again, mesmerized by the only man he would ever have not so saintly thoughts about. The pair of lips he's contemplated so many times in the few months that had passed curled up into a suave smile.
He forced a smile, if not too much, to display on his terrified face.
He blushed. 'There is no turning back.. we have crossed that line.. What to do?' He asked himself, though his question was left hanging in the air. It's not that he regretted it, but it was more like, he didn't see this coming so soon.. It was frightening, and he was petrified to know the truth.
When affectionate digits made their way to his lips, he instantly kissed them, as if out of reflex, feeling somewhat relieved. His undying uneasiness slipped away, just little by little, as those gentle touches played with his 'small face'(as a certain someone said).
Actually, thinking so much was wearisome, he decided. 'Maybe, just for tonight.'
"Aoi.. " And there it went, easier than his mindless bickering from a few minutes ago, flying through his head all completely; his 'rightful' mind, as he put it.
He strongly wrapped his arms around the other, younger man, sighing once they were both layed in bed, covered by their skinship and the covers, comfortably. He took in the scent of the man he subtily(as he says it) tried to convey his feelings for. As much as his previous exhausted experience was uncalled for, he certainly did enjoy every bits of it. He even unconsciously memorized every patch of beauty spots on the other's inner thighs. He blushed.
And inwardly cursed too. His heartbeats were creating a mess in his inner body system. Yes, that was probably the reason why he couldn't rightfully adjust his logic at the moment.
"Aoi, are you tired?" His 'other-half(as he tried to picture, because he knew how much Uruha believed in love and fate) murmured, looking up to stare at him with soft, knowing looks. He simply shut his eyes and shook his head. It was true, he was now fully awake. The tiredness from his endless/useless interior debates forgotten. Now, the 'beast' in him has entirely woken up.
He beant down moderately and captured the other man's lips, amazed at how natural it felt. He trailed the kisses to his beloved's right cheek, then to his chéri's alluring hair. It was good to have a blank mind, he agreed.
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"Just a bit..." His Uruha yawned.
He smiled.
Technically, Uruha was rightfully his. Through their committment from a few hours ago. He smirked. Oh, how he loved that manly-feasty side of himself, if that even made a sense.
"Uruha..." He said, with a very tender tone.
"Hm?"
"Uruha... Uruha" He repeated, as if he was testing some magical spell that would forever keep his soul trapped in the splendour that was Uruha's name.
He reminded himself that it was okay, that the truth behind those cherished stares, those shared touches, those intimate gestures, those longed contacts... Maybe, they were the truths that spoke for themselves.
He gently caressed Uruha's caramel hair, still whispering the name he's been intoxicated with. Such a timid infatuation, indeed.
Aoi moved forward, as if creating a barrier that would protect his most favourite guitarist. He came face to face with Uruha, taking in every detail from the facial features of a sleeping Uruha. He contently sighed, satisfaction coursing all throughout his body. He has lulled Uruha to sleep! He squealed happily, before closing his eyes and finding sleep all too soon.
They will have to spend a lifetime together anyway. Whatever truth there was to know, he decided, he'll figure them out later with Uruha, eventually.
End.
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Author's note: Originally, this fic belonged to another fandom, but, I sort of also pictured Aoi and Uruha in my head... ^-^ hope you guys enjoy... and I know I'm late, but happy Valentine's day, everyone! ^___^
Author: Pokky
Length: Oneshot; (1 381 words)
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Slice of life, romance, fluff
Summary: The thoughts of a man, one Valentine night.
*~*~*~*~
Lullaby
The not so dead silence of the night was comforting to his ears. He found it most calming and added it to his list of 'most-favourable-for-stress-relief'. It wasn't cold either, certainly not, and strangely, there were flickers of snow that could be seen just outside his semi-closed beige curtains. The moon was nowhere in the sight he could take in, but that could wait, he had other things in his head at the moment.
Blinking twice, thrice, he took his plain beige covers and burried himself in them, as he felt a sudden shudder going through his entire body. Yes, he did have other events to think of then the moon in his head. He tried to ignore the beating of his heart, if just for a tiny moment. He found the more he tried, the more his heart would laugh at his lame attempts of ignoring.
He grunted and brought his right hand to try and obscure all 'unmanly' thoughts to enter his right ear, seeing as his left ear was already shut by his seemingly corpulent looking pillow. He stared at the bedside lamp from the best of his capacities(it wasn't really his fault if his eyes couldn't be as huge as someone he knew, and it also wasn't his fault if his bed was arranged a tad bit more closer to the wall than his bed), and just grunted anew when he realised it was too much effort for his eyeballs.
He went back to the thought of the flickering snow just outside his room's window. 'That's not normal... Snowing on a February night? Maybe that's just my imagination...' he inwardly ruminated. And meditating on the word snow, maybe he should consider the possibilities of trying snowboarding soon. Well, he always wanted to experiment the possible feelings of standing on his two feet on a board, going down from the top of the moutain to it's end.
A prompt jolt from the other side of the bed jerked his mind awake from his previous speculating. He desperately closed his eyelids as tight as he could manage, and pretended his best to be in a very deep slumber. His already furious heart beat went up 100 folds when he heard a melodious moan. He almost(almost) yelped out in surprise as he felt a pinch of hair and a burning forehead on his bare back, he almost gasped out as he felt a sweet tickling hot breath on his bare back and he almost fainted when the feel of languorous fingers ran down his bare back.
And he did groan when the too pleasant feel of a pair of sweet lips settled on his bare back. A content but small giggle was heard, as he tried to loosen up a little. He couldn't afford to be stiff as a plank of wood now.
"I knew you weren't sleeping, Aoi..." But that short comment only made him stiffen the more. Multiple questions flashed before his mind. 'Should I pretend to be asleep? Should I reply back? Should I tease too? Should I grunt in discomfort? Should I turn myself so that I can face him properly? Should I just shut my mouth and wait for another of his comment? Should I get up and run to the bathroom? Should I get up, find my briefs and run outside like a mad man? Then, why not find my pants and my shirt at the same time, I wouldn't look so crazy now, would I?' As he thought about putting his decided plan into action(which would be the last one of his mindless plots), another kiss was planted on his bare back.
He automatically turned himself and his panicked eyes met another gorgeous pair, a playfull one at that. Time seemed to have halted itself, taking in the scene that he was currently in. He was at a loss, he could not bring his body to get up, not even to move. He was stuck, yet again, mesmerized by the only man he would ever have not so saintly thoughts about. The pair of lips he's contemplated so many times in the few months that had passed curled up into a suave smile.
He forced a smile, if not too much, to display on his terrified face.
He blushed. 'There is no turning back.. we have crossed that line.. What to do?' He asked himself, though his question was left hanging in the air. It's not that he regretted it, but it was more like, he didn't see this coming so soon.. It was frightening, and he was petrified to know the truth.
When affectionate digits made their way to his lips, he instantly kissed them, as if out of reflex, feeling somewhat relieved. His undying uneasiness slipped away, just little by little, as those gentle touches played with his 'small face'(as a certain someone said).
Actually, thinking so much was wearisome, he decided. 'Maybe, just for tonight.'
"Aoi.. " And there it went, easier than his mindless bickering from a few minutes ago, flying through his head all completely; his 'rightful' mind, as he put it.
He strongly wrapped his arms around the other, younger man, sighing once they were both layed in bed, covered by their skinship and the covers, comfortably. He took in the scent of the man he subtily(as he says it) tried to convey his feelings for. As much as his previous exhausted experience was uncalled for, he certainly did enjoy every bits of it. He even unconsciously memorized every patch of beauty spots on the other's inner thighs. He blushed.
And inwardly cursed too. His heartbeats were creating a mess in his inner body system. Yes, that was probably the reason why he couldn't rightfully adjust his logic at the moment.
"Aoi, are you tired?" His 'other-half(as he tried to picture, because he knew how much Uruha believed in love and fate) murmured, looking up to stare at him with soft, knowing looks. He simply shut his eyes and shook his head. It was true, he was now fully awake. The tiredness from his endless/useless interior debates forgotten. Now, the 'beast' in him has entirely woken up.
He beant down moderately and captured the other man's lips, amazed at how natural it felt. He trailed the kisses to his beloved's right cheek, then to his chéri's alluring hair. It was good to have a blank mind, he agreed.
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"Just a bit..." His Uruha yawned.
He smiled.
Technically, Uruha was rightfully his. Through their committment from a few hours ago. He smirked. Oh, how he loved that manly-feasty side of himself, if that even made a sense.
"Uruha..." He said, with a very tender tone.
"Hm?"
"Uruha... Uruha" He repeated, as if he was testing some magical spell that would forever keep his soul trapped in the splendour that was Uruha's name.
He reminded himself that it was okay, that the truth behind those cherished stares, those shared touches, those intimate gestures, those longed contacts... Maybe, they were the truths that spoke for themselves.
He gently caressed Uruha's caramel hair, still whispering the name he's been intoxicated with. Such a timid infatuation, indeed.
Aoi moved forward, as if creating a barrier that would protect his most favourite guitarist. He came face to face with Uruha, taking in every detail from the facial features of a sleeping Uruha. He contently sighed, satisfaction coursing all throughout his body. He has lulled Uruha to sleep! He squealed happily, before closing his eyes and finding sleep all too soon.
They will have to spend a lifetime together anyway. Whatever truth there was to know, he decided, he'll figure them out later with Uruha, eventually.
End.
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Author's note: Originally, this fic belonged to another fandom, but, I sort of also pictured Aoi and Uruha in my head... ^-^ hope you guys enjoy... and I know I'm late, but happy Valentine's day, everyone! ^___^